This dark hour, futile sow
Embers light the sky aflame
Blackness bleeds below
This dark tower, death bringer
To smite the fire in its sleep
Weary withered core

Is there end to pain?

Plains of ruin, heavy clouds
Loom among the spires peak
Crushing callous weight
Wield the will
Nature's fury
To face the fire in its keep
Perish empty pour

Is there end to pain?

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